Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Leah was digging through the cabinet for the family registration papers and remarked, "You weren't singing this tune when you decided to sever ties."

Jacob's expression turned stiff at the mention. "Let's not dredge up the past. Besides, you've been nothing but frosty to her these last three years, not a hint of warmth. How do you even have the nerve to call me out?" Leah laid the document on the vanity. "I might've been cold, but I never expected to gain anything from her."

Reflecting on the past three years, Leah was riddled with regret. She acted that way to make it up to Lisa, to even the scales for her. That's why she was so hard on Chloe. She never imagined it would cause Chloe such irreversible pain.

Leah felt she didn't deserve to be called Chloe's mother. Whether Chloe climbed to the top or lived a modest life, Leah had come to terms with it. As long as Chloe was okay, Leah had no intention of interfering anymore. Dealing with Lisa alone was headache enough, leaving her too worn out to worry about anything else.

Lately, Lisa had been demanding money every other day. At first, it was a few thousand, then it shot up to tens of thousands, even hitting a hundred thousand, with requests coming thick and fast. If Leah refused, Lisa would accuse them of neglecting her. Leah was nearly at her wit's end.

raised Chloe for twenty years. Isn't it fair to expect a little something in return? Besides, she's going to be the future Mrs. Sartori, the lady of Sartori Corporation. Even a

have done for her. That fallout was just a spat. And hey, I wasn't playing favorites. I

help but retort, "Are those shares even worth anything

struck a

Since Lisa's plagiarism scandal

Belle Époque's stock price kept nosediving, sinking to an all-time low. If it went on like

continued, "That's why we've got to hold onto Chloe, our lifeline. Lisa just brings trouble, utterly useless, while Chloe's done us proud, finding such a strong ally. Once the Meadows and Sartori families are tied by marriage, who'd dare to disrespect us? Yesterday, Mr. Taylor, the bank manager, gave me a call. The loan that had been stuck for six months suddenly got approved with a low-interest rate. Do you think he did it for me? No, it's because he knows

fact that Lisa, standing outside, had already made a shallow groove in

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